#fulfilled request

[toadifylackoffantasy]

Teeny tiniest Simblreen gift - Uzui Mark for Uzui Tengen Costume set

Request and picture by @sussimmin, to complete @suteflower's conversion!

This is *not* a literal conversion. I repainted it from Scratch myself in blender.

Teen-elder Unisex

Eyeliner category

Shapes might be a bit warped depending on your sims eyeshape

1K textures

Download SFS / Mediafire

Another goodie coming soon; possibly more goodies next weekend depending on my ability to exploit time.

[astro-st4rs]

Connor and Kara CG Headcanons! (Requested)

Connor:

• Slightly awkward but doing his best!!

• Very stubborn about bedtime and eating healthy, huma kiddos need rest and nutrients and he is determined to take care of the correctly

• Games! So many games! Hide and seek and tag and playing pretend with stuffies or dolls or action figures or anything else! He wants to experience being human as much as he can and so he loves to play and test his creativity

• Snuggly big brother :3 I imagine he likes the nickname bubba/baba, he’s much more big bro than dad figure to me

• Gets very nervous if his little one gets hurt. Androids can be fixed, but humans are much more delicate

• On that same note, he always has bandages and a a first aid kit on hand

• Loves to ruffle kiddos’ hair, and loves to make tinies laugh! It makes his machine heart feel warm <3

Kara:

• The mama ever!!! Big sis, auntie, babysitter, anything really but especially mama!!

• The sweetest soul, super snuggly and loves to carry her kiddos around

• Likes taking care of multiple babies, she’s very good at making sure everyone gets enough attention!

• Learned how to bake so she could make cute food for any little ones! Her fav are those sugar cookies with the jam-filled hearts in the middle

• Makes sure her kid is all bundled up for cold or rainy weather! She might not feel the cold but she is hyper-aware of humans’ sensitivity to it. She’ll help kiddos put on their boots and wrap their scarves around their faces, being playful and silly the whole time

• Very patient, but has a limit. She doesn’t like to use time out but she will if her tot is especially poorly behaved. She’ll let little ones sit with a fidget toy, and they have to be calm and apologize if they hurt her or another kiddo

Bit of a shorter post cuz I wanted to fit both of these guys in one post, and also I’ll admit I don’t know DBH as well as I’d like to for this!! But still, anon, I hope you enjoy <3

[onabat11e]

can't keep my hands to myself (pt. 1)

rating: M for Mature (18+)

warnings: public teasing, implied dom/sub dynamic, part 2 to come soon!

summary: ona can't keep her hands to herself. she wants to see how far she can push lucy before she snaps.

based on this request!

word count: 1.7k

AO3 Link

When Mapi and Ingrid had suggested a double date, Lucy and Ona agreed immediately. Seeing the duo outside games and training sessions didn’t come often enough, so they snatched up the first opportunity when their schedules aligned. 

“Are you almost ready?” Lucy asked, walking into the bedroom where Ona sat at the vanity mirror, applying light makeup. 

“Almost, I’ve just gotta-.“ Ona’s breath caught in her throat when she looked up and saw Lucy’s reflection in the mirror. Lucy had her hair in a low bun, bits of the newly dyed blonde hair sticking out. 

Dressed in a sleeveless black t-shirt, Lucy had chosen to wear something that perfectly flaunted Ona’s favourite feature of hers: her arms. Ona’s eyes trailed down to take in the rest of Lucy, the shirt tucked into loose-fitting acid-wash jeans. 

“Just gotta what, love?” Lucy was oblivious, busy trying to flatten a near-invisible crease on her shirt. Ona’s eyes followed the contours of Lucy’s biceps, down her toned forearms, and her hands. God. She wondered if Lucy even knew what she was doing. How could she walk in looking like that and not expect Ona to go wild? 

“Just need to apply my chapstick.” Ona forced the words out, shaking her head as if it would be enough to clear the thoughts from it. She arose from her chair, turning and walking towards Lucy, Ona ensured to keep extended eye contact with Lucy as she dragged the chapstick against the plump skin of her lower lip. 

“Have I ever mentioned how good that shirt looks on you?” Ona took another step towards Lucy and rubbed her hands down Lucy’s muscles, thumbs caressing the contours. Ona’s fingernails scraped the skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake on Lucy’s skin. 

“You’re not too bad yourself.” Lucy's eyes skimmed Ona, admiring the low cut on Ona’s tight black dress, which was accentuating her chest. She was interrupted by Ona clearing her throat.

“My eyes are up here!” Ona teased, reaching up to tilt Lucy’s head chin up using her fingertips. She used her thumb to trace a line going up Lucy’s jaw before resting a hand behind her neck.  

Ona pulled Lucy into a kiss, earning a hum at the fruity taste of Ona’s chapstick. Ona tried to deepen the kiss, lifting herself onto her tiptoes, only to be denied by Lucy. 

“No time for a quickie?” Ona wiggled her eyebrows, partially joking, mostly serious. She leant back in, managing to kiss Lucy’s neck once before Lucy pulled away, not giving in to Ona’s advances. 

Lucy checked the time on her watch, raising an eyebrow at Ona’s puppy dog eyes. Ona whined, tilting her head to the side and sticking out her bottom lip to pout. 

“We are going to be late,” Lucy warned, pushing back against Ona slightly. “Maybe if you can behave yourself tonight, we can continue this later.”

~

Mapi 🦁: head inside when you get here. I found a perfect spot.

Lucy dismissed the text before letting Ona know and holding the door open to let her enter first. Mapi’s message was right, as they had gotten a secluded booth near the back of the bar. Lucy and Ona were glad about this, meaning the group could be far enough from the loud music and avoid any prying eyes. 

Lucy and Ona spotted the couple and waved to let them know they had arrived before heading to the bar and ordering their drinks. Thankfully, the line for the bar moved quickly, meaning the girls could make their way over to their friends soon. 

Ingrid flashed a grin at the approaching couple, now with their drinks in hand. She had light jeans on with a beige cardigan draping off her shoulders. María sat next to her, a plain white t-shirt and corduroy trousers, matching the colour of Ingrid’s cardigan, no doubt purposefully.

Ona greeted the two as she slipped into the booth seat first, scooting over for Lucy to follow her. Both couples took a moment to catch up and were excited to talk about something other than football for once. 

Ona laughed at one of Mapi's jokes, hand slapping on Lucy’s knee and resting there. That’s when the idea hit her. She was still feeling a little high-strung, getting denied what her body desired. Why not have a little fun with it tonight?

‘How far can I push Lucy before she snaps?’ gradually became Ona’s favourite game. Her hand, once innocuously resting, had slipped further up Lucy’s thigh, squeezing slightly against the strong muscle under the denim. 

Ona let her mind wander as she continued tracing figure 8s through the denim. She imagined pushing Lucy until she snapped, imagined pushing Lucy until she bent Ona over the booth table and-. 

She mentally clamped down on that thought, not daring to entertain it further. 

Ona’s free hand reached for her drink, taking a sip of the cool liquid to try and level her head. Her hand stroked further inwards, aiming for a more sensitive area of Lucy’s thigh now. Ona dared to peak at Lucy, hoping to see a crack in her façade. 

Lucy’s face was an image of neutrality, minus a slight feathering of her jaw muscles. Ona could hear the woman’s thoughts warning her, ‘Don’t push it’. Deep down, that thought only further excited Ona. 

The idea of pushing Lucy, knowing she was holding back any reaction, the idea of how Lucy might punish her. Ona had to bite down on her tongue to avoid giving any sign of where her head was currently. 

Ona forced her eyes to the couple sitting opposite her, not wanting to seem obvious. She could hear them talking, but her brain couldn’t absorb the words, her head fuzzy and dizzied by her own lust for Lucy. 

Lucy remained calm, replying to the conversation (and, frankly, she carried the conversation for Ona since she was in no state to be trying to act normal right now). Ona said a silent prayer that neither Ingrid nor Mapi seemed to have picked up on her sudden silence yet. 

By now, Ona’s hand had inched almost to where Lucy’s pussy was throbbing under her underwear. Ona paused for a second before she stroked her thumbnail up the seam of the jeans. The action caused a vibration to travel to Lucy’s centre, her clit twitching under it, before Ona pulled her hand away from Lucy completely. 

“I’m just gonna excuse myself. Bathroom.” Ona smiled at the group before heading off. She made a show of it, shimmying past Lucy. Her ass, sculpted by the tight fabric of her dress, swayed in front of Lucy’s face as she left the booth. 

Lucy felt her mind go blank, only thinking about the sight of Ona’s body. Lucy turned to look at Ona and was met by a smile and a knowing glint in her eye before she turned to walk away. 

“Actually, wait, I’ll join you,” Lucy called after Ona, turning to Mapi and Ingrid. “Nature calls!” Lucy joked to the couple, standing to follow Ona to the other side of the bar.

Lucy heard the bathroom door shut behind them, taking it as her cue to push Ona up against the sinks, a breath escaping from the shorter woman as her body hit the hard granite.  

“What are you playing at?” Lucy questioned Ona, her voice stern. Ona was pinned against the basin with her hands pinned to the counter by Lucy. Ona stuttered as she tried to reply. 

“What do you mean?” Ona’s acting skills were subpar. The rising heat in her cheeks and a twitch of a smile at the corner of her lips showed that Ona knew she was misbehaving.

“You are practically trying to fuck me in front of our friends.” Lucy was trying hard not to raise her voice, her pent-up frustrations, both emotional and sexual, fighting to take control. Lucy pushed a knee between Ona’s legs, the fabric of her dress rising. Ona bit her lip, her eyelids fluttering shut at the pressure of her hips subconsciously rolling into Lucy. 

“If you carry on…“ The sound of the bathroom door opening promptly cut off Lucy. She jumped back quickly, pretending to be busy washing her hands. A small group of drunk ladies laughing and slurring their speech entered. Lucy stared over at Ona, a silent warning. 

“This isn’t over,” she said loud enough for Ona to hear but not loud enough for the other women in the room to pick up on. 

Both the women left the bathroom without another word to each other, Ona looking like a puppy that just got told off, her tail between her legs. 

“Are you alright, Ona?” Ingrid questioned, noting Ona’s frazzled appearance and flushed cheeks. Before Ona could open her mouth to say anything, Lucy decided to answer for her.

“She’s not feeling too well, actually.” Lucy wrapped an arm around Ona, her thumb idly rubbing against the small of her back. “Isn’t that right?” Ona knew this wasn’t a question but an instruction to agree with her. Lucy’s eyes held nothing but kindness, the perfect act for their friends. 

Ona nodded slightly, averting her gaze from Lucy. When she looked up at Mapi and Ingrid, she was met with sympathetic smiles and kind eyes. 

“That’s a shame,” Mapi started, looking over to her girlfriend and placing a hand over hers on the table. 

“Maybe we can take a rain check?” Ingrid continued, looking over to her girlfriend, who nodded in agreement. Ona felt guilt swelling in her chest, having to cut their double date short because she couldn’t control herself. 

“Sounds great!” Lucy enthusiastically agreed, pulling Ona in closer to her. “Right, I better get this one home before she gets any worse.” Ona could hear the sharpness in those last words, feeling like a direct attack on her behaviour. 

The two couples exchanged their goodbyes, their friends saying they hoped Ona would feel better soon. Ona and Lucy turned to leave, the latter swiping on her phone, ordering an Uber back to their apartment. 

“Just wait until we get home…” Lucy’s frustrated tone echoed into Ona’s ear as they made their way to the bar exit.

[yourfaveisomegaverse]

The Administrator from TF2 is an Alpha

The Administrator from Team Fortress 2 is an Alpha

[vegan-kaktus]

This is a small (it’s literally 3kb!) default replacement for the baby bottle (and smartmilk) using txmt resources from ATS’ baby bottle for @dinalandgraab :-) 

I made the yellow rubber top (is there even a word for that part?) a bit more vibrant and while I was at it, I edited @midgethetree’s vampire baby bottle mod to fit my default + gave it its own rubber texture. Midge’s mod is not necessary for my default to work, but it requires nightlife (and other mods from Midge - 1, 2) since that’s when vampires got added to the game.

All files have been compressed to reduce file size and remember you can only have one default replacement for the baby bottle in your downloads folder at a time! Let me know if you encounter any issues :-)

Oh and also! You might be interested in Marhis' "smartmilk maker not on counters only" fix!

Edit 2025-01-04: my default is compatible with jacobaoconnor’s mesh default!

DOWNLOAD: SFS | MTS

Credits: EA, ATS and Midge :-)

[fizzyxcustard]

Hi! I never send a request to anyone so I hope I did it right 😅

I love the idea of you imagine "Imagine finding secret photos of yourself on Ray’s camera." ❤️

How did this happen? How the reader find out? How/when did he take them? I'm so intrigued! 😱

I'm answering this just to say that this fic has now been completed, and you can read it here. I really hope you enjoy it. :) Please let me know honestly what you think. All feedback, whether positive or negative, is welcome.

[littlestarofthewest]

Hello! Thank you very much for your Arthur x male reader fics! There are so few of them and as a gay man I suffer T-T I really enjoyed "You are mine" and I hope you will overcome your writing block. I have a little request (sort of) for you. If you'll write anything with Arthur, could you please pay some attention to his chest and hairiness? Thank you again! Also it would be awesome to read some Arthur x male reader with bottom Arthur! :D

Hey! Thank you so much for the nice message! I’m so happy you like “You’re Mine,” I swear I’m working on the next chapter xD You got me there. I had someone tell me how rare top!reader is right when I joined the fandom and I’m still pretty guilty of writing a lot of top!Arthur, so I tried to change that with this. I hope you’ll enjoy this as well and I didn’t go overboard ^^

Title: A Bed and a Bath | Word Count: 2323 | Rating: Explicit (18+!!!)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x male reader | Tags: alcohol cw, come play

You walk into the saloon, hoping to see him again, but a quick look around tells you that the cowboy of your dreams isn't there.

For four weeks, he's been to the salon every other day, and ever since you mustered the courage to talk to him, he's always on your mind. His name is Arthur, and he's the cumulation of everything you like in a man.

Arthur is tall, broad, and built sturdy enough that he might be able to lift you. His pants are hugging strong thighs, his gun belt resting on the swell of a nice, round ass that has you wanting to pinch him. 

At first, you only got to see his lips and lovely beard as he had his hat drawn deep into his face, but then you offered to buy him a drink. The light hit his eyes when he looked up, letting them sparkle in a gold speckled blue.

"Sure wouldn't say no to such an offer," Arthur said, a deep rumble in his voice that heightened your attraction even more. "Thank you, mister."

Ever since, you bought Arthur drinks, except for the times when he insisted on paying you back. You love talking to him, not only for the time it gives you to ogle him but for his interesting insight about the world. Arthur seems well-traveled, knowing a lot of the outdoors, and every time he leaves, you wish you could go with him.

The hour gets late, and you book a room so you can just pass out upstairs while drunk. Then, the saloon doors swing open, and Arthur comes in. You wish you were used to his appearance by now, but it still hits you worse than before.

Usually, Arthur wears a shirt and a vest, sometimes even a coat over it, depending on the weather. Today, his broad chest is barely covered with the thin layer of his union suit, the top buttons open, and his sleeves rolled up. He almost looks naked, giving you a good view of the hairs on his arms and chest.

Arthur walks over to the bar, taking his hat off and running a hand through his hair before shaking his hat towards the ground and putting it on the bar. It's then that you realize how wet he is. It must have started raining, but you've been so busy sulking that you didn't notice.

Leaning against the bar, Arthur orders a drink and downs it right away. You can't tell if it's just the outfit or something else, but Arthur seems different. Restless, almost anxious. He opens his hand, moves his fingers, and clenches them to a fist a few times before settling on running his thumb over the grip of his gun.

You haven't seen Arthur for three days, and his demeanor makes you wonder if something happened while you were gone. Although you have no right to do so, you have the urge to ask him, or even better, soothe him. 

Without thinking, you wander over to him, leaning against the bar. "May I order you a drink?"

Arthur lifts his hand as if to brush you off, but then your eyes meet, surprise on Arthur's face. "Oh, it's you."

"Nice to see you, too, Arthur," you say, acting as if offended, but your grin should tell him that you're only joking. "I've missed you."

Arthur clears his throat and looks down at the bar instead of you. "Yeah, um, I've been busy."

He looks so bashful that you have to fight the urge to hug him on the spot. His longer hairs fall into his face, a droplet of water falling down and gracing his cheek. You carefully tuck the strand of hair behind his ear, and when Arthur looks up in surprise, you run your thumb over his cheek to wipe away the water, loving the softness of his beard.

Arthur's eyes bore into yours, and you're finally out of patience. You want this man, and either he wants you as well, or he doesn't. It's time to act on your desires, so you lean in, your lips barely touching Arthur's ear.

"I wish you'd be busy with me," you whisper, and Arthur shudders, taking in a sharp breath. "I have room number three. If you want to, you can follow me upstairs."

When you lean back, Arthur stares at you open-mouthed. You order him a drink, putting the money for it on the bar. Arthur doesn't react when the barkeeper puts down the glass, so you decide on giving him some space.

Without looking back, you go upstairs into your room, hoping against hope that this beautiful man might be interested in you. With a whole flock of butterflies in your stomach, you sit down on the bed, trying to take calm breaths.

About a minute later, there's a knock on the door. Your heart almost beats out of your chest as you get up to open it. Arthur is standing outside, holding his hat to his chest, his cheeks tainted with a rosy blush. He looks like he's about to meet the parents of his beloved, not as if he's about to have sex with a stranger.

"I ain't good at this," Arthur says, fumbling with his hat.

"You don't need to be," you say, pulling him into the room by his suspenders.

Arthur follows along and lets you push him against the door once it is closed again. You take away his hat and throw it over to a dresser, not caring if you actually hit it. Instead, you run your fingers through Arthur's hair and pull him in for a kiss.

You start slowly, tasting Arthur's lips and teasing him with your tongue until he opens his mouth, just as curious to taste you as well. Only when you try to pull Arthur closer, he steps back. "I got all soaked," he grunts. "Stupid rain."

"Better get you out of these clothes then," you say, and Arthur doesn't protest when you pull his suspenders down his shoulders.

Arthur kicks off his boots, letting you drag down his pants, and you stay down there, reaching up to open the buttons of his union suit. You love how more hair appears and run your hand through it, your fingertips following a lovely treasure trail all the way down to the hairs around Arthur's cock. 

After Arthur gets out of the sleeves, you pull the fabric down and let Arthur step out of the union suit. Four weeks, and now you have what you wanted from the start, Arthur naked, for you to do with him as you please.

You lean forward and bury your face in the hairs on his stomach, taking in his scent while your hands explore his body. Then you run your hand along his cock and close your fingers around him before having a taste as well.

"Goddamn," Arthur curses, but his hand finds its way to your neck, holding on to you with a firm grip. It seems that he quickly got over being all blushy and shy.

You let yourself enjoy Arthur like this, now that you finally can, and only stop when your own pants get uncomfortably tight. You get up and kiss Arthur again while moving him over to the bed. You push him down and enjoy the view until Arthur chuckles.

"That's all you want to do?" he asks before reaching down and stroking himself.

You grunt and get out of your clothes as fast as you can, only lingering for a moment to get some lube out of your pocket. Arthur eyes the small bottle and spreads his legs. Such an offering forces your heart to almost beat out of your chest. You crawl onto the bed, your dick twitching between your legs.

Arthur makes even more room for you, and you kneel between his thighs, applying some oil to his hole before lubing up your dick. He enjoys the touch, rolling his hips and getting you so eager to have him that you can barely take it.

You move closer and run the tip of your cock over Arthur's hole, happy to hear him gasp. Then you push in, going slow despite your growing need to take Arthur for real.

He makes it easy for you, relaxing his muscles and holding up his ass, so you have easy access. You lean over him and get so lost in kissing him that your body ends up pressed against his, barely moving despite your slow thrusts.

You begin to explore Arthur then, rubbing your cheek against his before kissing along his jaw to his neck, satisfied when he moans. His scent and taste have you buck your hips, and when Arthur lets out a surprised gasp, it spurs you on to go harder. 

Arthur reaches for you then, his fingers digging into your shoulders while he grows louder, and you get an unbeatable urge to watch him. After a long kiss, you force yourself to sit up, Arthur watching you as if he's just waiting for orders.

He's running his fingers over your chest, but while that feels nice, you have other plans. You grab Arthur by the wrists and lift his hands over his head, pinning him down.

The sight of Arthur like this is breathtaking. His drying hair curls itself at the ends, framing his beautiful face. He breathes visibly, his full lips slightly parted and his big chest rising and falling quickly. You run your hands over it, taking your time to tease his nipples.

Arthur whines, but instead of soothing him, you thrust into him. Although you let go of Arthur's arms, he keeps them over his head, making his body vulnerable for whatever you have in store for him. 

You hold on to Arthur's hips, looking down as your cock disappears inside of Arthur again and again. He has no trouble taking you, and you wonder if that's what Arthur prefers or if he might pleasure other men with his nice dick. 

It twitches, precome leaking onto Arthur's belly, and it surprises you how much it turns you on to watch Arthur like this. You don't care so much about being inside of him, but instead, you feast on watching his pleasure.

"Touch yourself," you say, swallowing hard as Arthur looks up to you. "Your chest."

Arthur brings down his arms, still holding your gaze as he runs his big hands over his chest. You can't help thrusting into him, and when Arthur moans while teasing his nipples, you have to hold yourself back to not come right then and there. 

Now that Arthur knows about your weakness, he scratches and squeezes himself, trying his best to give you something to look at. With desperate moans tumbling from your lips, you have to watch as Arthur lifts one arm over his head again while the other one wanders south.

His fingers follow the thick line of hair until he reaches his cock. Arthur grabs it and strokes himself in tune with your thrusts, teasing himself with twists of his hand or with how he rubs his thumb over the tip.

You're tempted to help Arthur out, but your fingers dig deep into the flesh of his thighs as you hold his legs apart. Besides, he should know best what he likes, and it's a pleasure to watch Arthur enjoying himself. 

Soon, he speeds up his movements, and you quicken your pace, eager to help Arthur along. He moans in between short, desperate breaths, and then his whole body goes rigid. His fingers claw into the sheets, and Arthur slows the hand on his dick, streaks of his come shooting out, covering his own chest and stomach.

You carefully slip out of him in case he's too sensitive, but stroke your cock, the sight of Arthur just too damn delicious. He's still breathing heavily but relaxed, his hairy body painted with his load. You become desperate to add to it.

After leaning in to kiss Arthur, you crawl upon him, your legs framing Arthur's broad chest. You take Arthur's hands and lift them up, giving him directions, and he pushes his pecs together, making a nice crease that's calling for you.

Leaning over Arthur, you rub your cock on his chest, his come providing enough lube to avoid too much friction. It's just enough to keep you going, and when you look down, you find Arthur watching you. It's hard to decide if you want to lose yourself in his eyes or burn the sight of your cock against his chest into your memory.

Doing this, and him indulging you so eagerly, turns you on more than you thought possible. Arthur makes sure you stay in a good position to rub yourself against him, and the friction has you come hard. You moan deeply as you add your load to Arthur's, covering his chest and chin with your come.

Arthur wipes it into his mouth and grins while you groan and fall down next to him. No matter how much you enjoyed yourself, that's not a good position to stay in for a longer time. Looking down on himself, Arthur huffs. "Look at me. Now I need a bath."

You roll over and run your fingers over his sticky chest. "How about I pay for that bath, and then you come back here and stay for the night."

Arthur rubs his beard, acting like he needs to think about it. "My clothes are still pretty wet."

"And you're awfully dirty," you say, leaning over him.

Arthur chuckles and pulls you in for a kiss. "You better make it worth my while."

"I will," you promise. After all, a chance like this doesn't come along very often. You wished to be with the man of your dreams, and here you are. "Even if it takes all night."

[technoartist]

i saw the fusion thing, what if mommy mearest/mom lalonde meetup? (and also maybe alpha rose if its not too much?)

Here’s a couple of sketches! The first is less of an interaction & more of a mashup in a way, but I’m still pretty proud of it! I might make it into a full piece later. The second is how I would imagine the two of meeting for the first time would be like (at some sort of wine shop, sharing each other’s opinions)!

Thanks for the request!

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Multifandom fusions & interactions!